Amaris reached up and pushed the door open and stepped in. Cautiously she walked into the living room. Amaris’ heart was in her throat. She did not want to find Anna and her parents dead like Lyle had found Grover at Gran’s. The house had been ransacked just as Gran’s had. They even tore the couch cushions apart. Their new family portrait that Anna had surprised her parents with when she got her graduation pictures last fall, had been slashed to ribbons. These men had not just searched but completely destroyed everything. Amaris decided to head into the kitchen. The kitchen table had been flipped and all four chairs had been reduced to firewood. Everything from the refrigerator and every cabinet had been dumped on the floor. There was flour and pasta, ketchup, mustard, milk, and it was imp
